Chapter 261: Bullying the Master and Destroying the Ancestor
“Nezha!” Taiyi Zhenren’s voice was like thunder, shaking the surrounding clouds and mist. “You are the reincarnation of the Primordial Pearl, born with extraordinary visions. You should have taken on the responsibility of protecting the common people, but you are so stubborn! In this case, I will beat you back to your original form to prevent you from causing harm to the world in the future!”

After saying this, Taiyi Zhenren was furious. He waved his sleeves and a tremendous force instantly condensed and turned into an invisible giant palm, which slapped towards Nezha's head with the power to destroy the world.

Nezha's heart trembled, he felt an unprecedented crisis.

He knew that this palm strike from Taiyi Zhenren was no joke. Once it landed on him, he would be doomed.

However, can the young man's pride be easily bent?
Nezha clenched his teeth, opened his eyes wide, and exuded an unyielding light.

He struggled hard, trying to break free of the three thousand dust threads that bound his body. However, these dust threads were transformed by the supreme power of Taiyi Zhenren, and they were extremely tough. Each one seemed to connect the heaven and the earth, trapping Nezha tightly and making him unable to move.

Nezha's struggle was like an ant trying to shake a tree, but he did not give up. Every struggle was accompanied by tense muscles and splashing sweat.

He, Nezha, will never bow to fate.

But no matter how hard he tried, the three thousand dust threads were like chains, tightly entangled him, making it impossible for him to escape the impending doom.

At this moment of life and death, a bright light streaked across the sky, like a divine soldier descending from heaven, heading straight for Nezha.

That was Yang Jian, the famous god of war in the Three Realms. He sensed Nezha's crisis and without hesitation used the art of escaping light, crossing the boundaries of time and space and arriving at the center of the battlefield.

Yang Jian's figure, like a flash of lightning, instantly appeared beside Nezha.

He had a sharp gaze and saw through Nezha's predicament at a glance.

Without a moment's hesitation, Yang Jian swung the long sword in his hand. The sword light was as sharp as a dragon, and it was unstoppable. It accurately cut off the three thousand dust threads that bound Nezha.

The moment the dust thread broke, Nezha felt his whole body lighten, as if he had been freed from endless darkness and regained his freedom.

However, just when Nezha got a chance to catch his breath, Taiyi Zhenren's palm had already arrived.

Seeing this, Yang Jian did not hesitate, and flashed in front of Nezha, using his broad back to withstand the full force of the palm.

There was a loud bang, as if the heaven and earth changed color. Yang Jian and Nezha were blown away by this huge force, like two fallen leaves, drawing a long arc in the air, and finally smashed heavily on the solid city wall.

Nezha cried out in shock. He watched Yang Jian block the attack for him, and his heart was filled with indescribable shock and gratitude. He thought that even if Yang Jian didn't die, he would be seriously injured and difficult to recover.

However, when Nezha struggled to get up and looked at Yang Jian, he was surprised to find that Yang Jian just lightly patted the dust off his body and stood up calmly, without any pain on his face, as if the earth-shattering palm just now was just a breeze to him.

"Brother Yang Jian!" Nezha's voice was choked with sobs. He couldn't believe his eyes. "Are you okay?"

Yang Jian turned his head and smiled at Nezha, that smile was full of warmth and determination: "I'm fine, I'm here, and I will never let you face difficulties alone."

Nezha nodded slightly, with gratitude flashing in his eyes, and thanked Yang Jian for lending a helping hand in times of crisis.

Then, he slowly turned around, staring at Taiyi Zhenren with a sharp gaze, and his voice was filled with unquestionable firmness: "The Qiankun Circle and the Hun Tian Ling, the two magic weapons that once accompanied me, have been taken back by you! You even wanted to put me in an irretrievable situation! Now, the favor between us is over, and the debt is cleared. From today on, I, Nezha, am no longer your disciple, and you, Taiyi Zhenren, are no longer my master!"

Upon hearing this, Master Taiyi's face turned livid and he was so angry that one could almost hear the sound of the raging waves in his chest. He shouted in a deafening voice, "How dare you betray your master and ancestors? You deserve to die for such behavior!"

At this time, Yang Jian, who was standing by, revealed a bit of disdain and coldness between his brows. He slowly spoke in a calm and powerful voice: "Taiyi Zhenren, when you sent the Hunyuan Pearl to the mortal world and reincarnated it as Nezha, wasn't it to make him the vanguard general of Xiqi?
You keep saying that you are training him, but in fact you are just using him, treating him as a chess piece, a tool. Such a master-disciple relationship is so hypocritical and ridiculous! "

Taiyi Zhenren's eyes were as fierce as torches, and there seemed to be flames burning in his pupils. He stared at Yang Jian and spoke in a deep and majestic voice, like thunder: "Who are you? How dare you interfere in the internal affairs of our Chan Sect?"

Yang Jian smiled and looked calm. His voice was clear and firm, like a spring flowing from a mountain stream: "My father taught Yang Ling."

As soon as these words were spoken, Taiyi Zhenren's face instantly became as gloomy as ink, and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun beside him also trembled, as if shocked by an invisible force.

They had come into contact with Yang Ling a long time ago. The other party's cultivation was unfathomable and had caused them to suffer great losses.

Seeing this, Yang Jian smiled faintly, his voice was relaxed and cheerful, as if he was chatting and laughing with an old friend: "You don't need to be so nervous, my father is not at Jiepai Pass at the moment, he is far away and can't get here in time."

His words revealed the calmness and confidence of a wise man, as if everything was under his control.

After hearing this, Taiyi Zhenren was even more furious. His face turned ashen, as if water could drip out of it. He roared, his voice sweeping over like a violent storm: "Who said I'm afraid? I wish I could tear you into pieces right now to vent my hatred!"

After saying that, he waved his sleeves violently, and the Qiankun Circle cut through the sky like a meteor, and smashed towards Yang Jian with whistling wind and deafening roar.

This attack not only embodied Taiyi Zhenren's endless anger and murderous intent, but also demonstrated his astonishing strength as a master of the Chan sect.

However, facing this overwhelming attack, Yang Jian remained calm and composed. His eyes sparkled with wisdom, as if he had seen through all of Taiyi Zhenren's moves.

Yang Jian stepped forward, and with his hands like iron clamps, he tightly grasped the Qiankun Circle that was flowing with chaotic energy.

The muscles all over his body were like the tangled roots of an ancient tree, and every fiber was stretched to the extreme, as if pouring out all the hidden strength in his body.

The Qiankun Circle struggled under his palm like an enraged dragon, and finally flew out of his hand, drawing a dazzling arc. After circling in the air, it smashed towards Yang Jian again with the force of thunder.

Faced with this unstoppable attack, there was no trace of retreat in Yang Jian's eyes, only burning fighting spirit.

He took a deep breath and spread his arms again as if to embrace the entire world. With unshakable determination, he faced the whistling circle of heaven and earth.

Taiyi Zhenren sneered from a distance, his words full of contempt: "Humph, you really overestimate your own abilities."

However, at this critical moment, Yang Jian let out a deafening roar. The sound contained an unyielding will and endless power, as if it could shake the mountains and rivers and awaken the sleeping dragon.

With this roar, the potential in his body was completely stimulated, and his whole body burst into dazzling light. He actually grasped the wild and unruly Qiankun Circle firmly in his hand, making it impossible for it to escape his control.

An expression of incredible surprise flashed across Taiyi Zhenren's face. He had never expected that Yang Jian could have such amazing perseverance and strength that he could actually defeat this magic weapon that even he found difficult to deal with with his bare hands.

Nezha's eyes widened in shock, and he was filled with indescribable admiration. He had never seen such a brave and fearless person.

At this moment, Yang Jian's figure seemed to have become the most dazzling existence between heaven and earth.

Yang Jian slowly handed the Qiankun Circle, which shone with chaotic light, back to Nezha. His eyes were firm and warm, and he said softly, "Nezha, this Qiankun Circle was not given to you by him, but I snatched it from you!

From now on, it truly belongs to you."

An indescribable joy surged in Nezha's heart. He tightly grasped the Qiankun Ring and looked at Yang Jian with gratitude: "You..." Before he finished speaking, his eyes were slightly red.

Upon seeing this, Taiyi Zhenren's face instantly turned as dark as ink, and he shouted angrily: "Yang Jian, do you think I dare not attack you?"

Yang Jian straightened his back and responded with a sharp look in his eyes: "I'll wait for you to make your move."

Taiyi Zhenren laughed in anger, his voice mixed with disappointment and heartache: "Well, in that case, don't blame me for being cruel!" Before he finished speaking, he swung his arm violently, and flames suddenly splashed in the air. A fire spear and a Hun Tian Ling appeared out of thin air, turning into two burning fire dragons, roaring and pouncing towards Yang Jian.

Seeing this, Nezha's heart tightened, and he immediately stepped forward and shouted, "Yang Jian, I'm here to help you!"

He waved his hands, and the Qiankun Circle in his hand rolled up bursts of flaming golden light, and fought with the two fire dragons. The sky was instantly illuminated red by the flames.

When Taiyi Zhenren saw Nezha was so determined, his brows furrowed and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He waved his wide sleeves again and said coldly: "Nezha, don't blame me, you asked for this."

Two bright flames flew out from his sleeves and transformed into two fire phoenixes with spread wings. They came towards Nezha, one in front and one behind, with a scorching breath.

Seeing this, Yang Jian hurriedly shouted: "Nezha, be careful!"

He flashed and tried to block one of the fire phoenixes.

Nezha sneered in response: "Don't worry, I'm not that easy to be defeated!" He nimbly dodged the Fire Phoenix's attacks while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Yang Jian was agile, holding a horizontal sword in his hand, and the sword light was as clear as the cold moon. He fought fiercely in the air with the two fire dragons transformed by the Fire Spear and the Hun Tian Ling. The fire dragon roared, and the flames surged like a wave, but Yang Jian was not afraid. He swung the horizontal sword, and the sword light instantly split the flames, sparks flew everywhere, and illuminated the entire night sky.

"Be careful!" Nezha's voice came from the side. He waved the Qiankun Circle in his hand and started a fierce battle with the two fire phoenixes transformed by the Wind Fire Wheel. The wings of the fire phoenix were like burning flames. Every time they waved, they brought about strong winds and heat waves. However, Nezha nimbly dodged and looked for opportunities to counterattack.

"Nezha, you don't have to worry about me!" Yang Jian shouted, and with a flash, he cleverly avoided the fire dragon's attack. At the same time, he chopped at the fire dragon's neck with a knife. The knife flashed like lightning and instantly cut the fire dragon into two pieces.

The fire dragon let out a shrill roar, turned into a fireball, and disappeared into the night sky.

Nezha was delighted when he saw this. He swung the Qiankun Ring and knocked the fire phoenix back repeatedly.

The wings of the Fire Phoenix were hit by the Circle of Heaven and Earth, and the flames were instantly extinguished, turning into a wisp of black smoke and dissipating in the night sky.

Nezha took the opportunity to catch up with the Fire Phoenix and defeated it completely with a heavy blow.

Seeing this, Taiyi Zhenren's face became even gloomier. He glared at Yang Jian and Nezha and said coldly: "How dare you be so presumptuous! Today, I will definitely teach you a lesson!"

He waved his sleeves again, and the fire dragon and fire phoenix rushed out of his sleeves again, attacking Yang Jian and Nezha.

The fire dragon was surrounded by blazing flames, and every breath seemed to ignite the surrounding air. Its eyes were like torches, spewing out angry flames, heading straight towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's eyes were determined and his body was agile. Instead of avoiding the fire dragon, he faced it head-on and engaged in a close combat with it.

He dodged the dragon's flames with a flash, and at the same time, he leaped up like a cheetah, catching the dragon's scaly tail with his bare hands. The dragon roared and struggled, its tail swaying wildly, trying to break free from Yang Jian's restraints. But Yang Jian's arms were like iron pliers, locking it tightly, showing amazing strength and determination.

He grasped the dragon's tail tightly with both hands, his tone cold and firm: "Submit to me, otherwise you will be reduced to ashes!" With Yang Jian's earth-shaking roar, the divine power in his body surged and turned into invisible chains, gradually calming the fire dragon's fury.

Under the majesty of Yang Jian, the fire dragon finally lowered its head unwillingly. Under the influence of divine power, its huge body gradually shrank and turned into a glowing fire spear.

The tip of the spear was leaping with a never-extinguished flame, as if it contained infinite power, and became a new magic weapon in Yang Jian's hand.

On another battlefield, Nezha, standing on auspicious clouds, wearing the Chaos Heaven Ribbon, holding a Fire Spear, was fighting fiercely with two flying fire phoenixes. The fire phoenixes spread their wings, like burning flames, and every flap of their wings brought a wave of heat, which intertwined with the shadow of Nezha's spear to form a brilliant light.

Nezha was agile and had superb spear skills. Sometimes he would soar into the air and pierce the Fire Phoenix's vital points with the tip of his spear; sometimes he would fly low and dodge the Fire Phoenix's attacks with lightning speed.

He stared at every move of the Fire Phoenix, looking for flaws. Finally, when the Fire Phoenix flapped its wings and flew high, Nezha found an opportunity and fired a shot through the air, accurately hitting the vital point of one of the Fire Phoenixes.

The fire phoenix wailed and paused. Nezha took the opportunity to turn around and subdue another fire phoenix at a faster speed. He held the fire spear tightly with both hands, and said in a cold and majestic tone: "Submit to me and become my power!"

In the face of Nezha's divine power, the Fire Phoenix finally surrendered and turned into two brilliant rays of light, slowly landing at Nezha's feet.

In a flash, the two rays of light turned into a pair of fire wheels shining with flames, lightly surrounding Nezha's feet. The fire wheels spun and created wind, driving Nezha's body even faster, adding endless speed and strength to him.

At this moment, Taiyi Zhenren's face was cold and he was filled with anger.

He muttered something and moved his hands quickly, and magic weapons flew out of his sleeves one after another. The Hun Tian Ling was like a dragon emerging from the sea, the glittering gold bricks cut through the sky, the Demon-Slaying Sword was chilling, and the Dragon Subduing Rope was winding in the air like a spirit snake, and they all smashed towards Yang Jian and Nezha with destructive power.

Seeing this, Yang Jian's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. He tightly grasped the sword in his hand, and the blade emitted a faint cold light, as if it could cut off all troubles in the world.

He stretched out his body and turned into a silver lightning, facing the overwhelming magic weapon.

He swung the sword horizontally, and each swing was accompanied by a roar, repelling the Hun Tian Ling and the gold bricks one by one, demonstrating his extraordinary martial arts and exquisite control over magic weapons.

Nezha rode on the Wind Fire Wheel, his figure was like a ghost, nimbly moving between the magic weapons. The Fire Spear in his hand seemed to be the incarnation of fire, and every thrust was accompanied by a blazing flame, colliding with the Demon Slaying Sword to produce dazzling sparks.

Nezha curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer. He leaped and actually jumped directly onto the Dragon Subduing Rope. He used the Fire Spear as a fulcrum and used the force of the rope to swing it aside, thus avoiding the fate of being bound by it.

The two men stood back to back, with perfect understanding. Yang Jian's horizontal sword and Nezha's fire spear intertwined into an airtight net, dissolving the magic weapons offered by Taiyi Zhenren one by one.

Their figures appeared and disappeared in the siege of magic weapons, like a dance, but full of power and danger.

When Taiyi Zhenren saw this, his brows furrowed. He did not expect that the combination of Yang Jian and Nezha would be so powerful.

He took a deep breath and urged his magic power again, preparing to launch a more violent attack. However, at this moment, Yang Jian and Nezha roared at the same time, and they suddenly rose up like two lightning bolts, rushing towards Taiyi Zhenren, intending to end the battle with thunder.

Taiyi Zhenren flew up into the sky and stood in the clouds, surrounded by endless immortal energy and his clothes fluttering in the wind, like an inviolable god.

His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing unfathomable majesty, as if he could see through all the mysteries of the world. He waved his hands lightly, and suddenly, spiritual treasures appeared from the void, shining with dazzling light, illuminating the entire battlefield like daylight.

The Hun Tian Ling was like a mad dragon emerging from the sea, sweeping towards Yang Jian and Nezha with the power to tear through space. It seemed as if tens of millions of little dragons were roaring on the ribbon, releasing deafening dragon roars.

The gold brick turned into a golden stream of light, as fast as lightning, and hit the vital points of the two men directly. The gold brick seemed to contain the light of the sun, illuminating the entire battlefield.

The Demon-Slaying Sword exuded a chilling aura, and wherever the sword tip pointed, it seemed as if even the void could be cut in two. The sword energy seemed to be mixed with endless murderous intent and majesty.

The Dragon Subduing Rope was like a spirit snake coming out of a cave, extremely flexible, trying to restrain the movements of the two men. It seemed as if tens of millions of spirit snakes were wriggling on the chain, emitting a heart-pounding aura.

Faced with Taiyi Zhenren's overwhelming attack, although Yang Jian and Nezha were extremely brave, they couldn't help feeling under tremendous pressure.

Yang Jian tightly grasped his sword, the sword flashed like lightning, his body suddenly rose up, and turned into a silver storm, engaging in a fierce battle with the Hun Tian Ling and the gold brick.

However, Taiyi Zhenren's magic power was too strong. Every time the magic weapons collided, Yang Jian felt an irresistible force. His body retreated involuntarily, and even cracks appeared on his sword.

Nezha rode on the wind-fire wheel and held the fire spear, like a spirit in the flames, flexibly shuttling among the magic weapons. He tried to avoid the attack of Taiyi Zhenren with his speed advantage, but Taiyi Zhenren had too many magic weapons, and each of them contained amazing power, making it difficult for him to completely avoid them.

The collision between the Fire Spear and the Demon-Slaying Sword sparked sparks that illuminated the entire battlefield. The sparks seemed to contain endless heat and energy.

Although Yang Jian and Nezha tried their best, they gradually fell into a disadvantage when facing Taiyi Zhenren's boundless magic power and endless magical treasures.

Every resistance and counterattack seemed so strenuous, as if they were fighting against the whole world. Their clothes were soaked with sweat, and their breathing became rapid, but their eyes revealed determination and unyielding spirit.

Surrounded by magic weapons, Taiyi Zhenren's figure appears even taller and more majestic.

Every time he waved his magic formula, it could trigger a resonance between heaven and earth, making Yang Jian and Nezha feel unprecedented pressure. The magic formula seemed to contain the mysteries and power between heaven and earth, making the two feel irresistible.

Yang Jian saw that the situation was becoming increasingly critical, and knew that if he did not come up with a surprise attack, he would not be able to withstand the powerful attack of Taiyi Zhenren. So, he gritted his teeth, quickly flipped his hands, and muttered something. In an instant, an ancient magic weapon flew out from his sleeve. It was the legendary Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover.

As the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover appeared, the sky and earth seemed to be shrouded in a hot breath.

On the divine fire cover, nine fire dragons were lifelike, baring their fangs and claws, as if they were ready to break free and devour everything at any time. At Yang Jian's command, the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover turned into a bright flame and covered Taiyi Zhenren at lightning speed.

When Taiyi Zhenren saw this, he became extremely angry.

He felt the amazing power contained in the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover and recognized that this was his treasure, the one that was taken away by Yang Ling.

However, now this treasure is turning against him.

The power of the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover was too strong. Although Taiyi Zhenren tried his best to resist it, he was eventually engulfed by the blazing flames.

Under the cover of the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover, Taiyi Zhenren felt unprecedented pressure.

The nine fire dragons seemed to tear him apart, and the blazing flames made him feel unbearable. He did not give up resistance, but continued to mobilize his magic power and started a fierce battle with the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover.

At this time, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun sensed the emergency situation of Taiyi Zhenren being suppressed by the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover, and he became extremely anxious. He immediately used his magical powers to break through the void and instantly descended on the battlefield.

The scene before him shocked him. Taiyi Zhenren was trapped in the blazing divine fire, while Yang Jian was holding a magic weapon, ready to fight.

"Yang Jian, stop it immediately!" Qingxu Daode Zhenjun shouted sternly, his voice containing endless majesty and anxiety.

However, Yang Jian did not respond immediately to this sudden enemy, but stared at Taiyi Zhenren closely, fearing that the other party would escape.

When Qingxu Daode Zhenjun saw this, he knew that the situation was urgent and could not be delayed.

He quickly mobilized his magic power, transformed into a bright light, and attacked Yang Jian.

Yang Jian felt this powerful fluctuation of magic power and was shocked. He quickly swung his sword and rushed forward.

Suddenly, a shocking collision sound broke out on the battlefield. The figures of Qingxu Daode Zhenjun and Yang Jian moved quickly in the interweaving of light and magic power, and a fierce contest began.

Relying on his profound cultivation and exquisite magic, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun constantly launched attacks on Yang Jian, trying to force him to give up his suppression of Taiyi Zhenren.

Under the overwhelming attack of Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, Yang Jian gradually felt the pressure.

Just then, Nezha came to help.

He grabbed the Fire Spear, flashed, and joined the battle, fighting side by side with Yang Jian to fight against Qingxu Daode Zhenjun.

When Qingxu Daode Zhenjun saw this, he secretly thought that something was wrong.

Nezha brandished the Fire Spear in his hand, and cooperated with Yang Jian tacitly, launching a fierce attack on Qingxu Daode Zhenjun. Although Qingxu Daode Zhenjun had profound cultivation, he had to take the joint attack of two strong men seriously.

The body of the True Lord Qingxu Daode shook slightly, and he quickly formed seals with his hands, muttering something, as if he was communicating with the vital energy between heaven and earth. As he chanted, the vital energy between heaven and earth began to surge, and the four elements of earth, water, fire and wind seemed to respond to his call and gathered together.

In an instant, a powerful vortex of power appeared above the battlefield. This power swirled and condensed in the air, and finally turned into an extremely majestic dragon.

The dragon was huge, its scales gleaming with dazzling light, and its roar was deafening, shaking the entire battlefield. Its eyes were like bright stars, revealing a kind of majesty.

Nezha and Yang Jian were shocked when they saw this. Although they were young and energetic, they had to put aside their contempt and be on high alert when faced with such a powerful spell.

The dragon opened its mouth and spewed out a blazing flame. It was the condensation of the power of earth and fire, so hot that it seemed to be able to burn everything. The flame drew a gorgeous arc in the air and rushed straight towards Nezha and Yang Jian.

Nezha and Yang Jian dodged quickly and used their own magic to fight back. Nezha wielded his fire spear, which turned into a whirlwind of fire to compete with the dragon's flames.

His figure shuttled through the flames, like a spirit in the flames, bravely meeting the challenge of the dragon. Yang Jian used the art of transformation to transform into a huge golden-winged roc, flying high in an attempt to avoid the dragon's attack and look for an opportunity to counterattack. His wings spread out like a golden cloud, covering the sky and the sun.

However, the dragon transformed by Qingxu Daode Zhenjun was no ordinary creature. It could not only control fire, but also mobilize water elements to form huge waves. The huge waves rolled in the air, like thousands of troops galloping, rushing towards Nezha and Yang Jian.

The huge waves contained a powerful impact force, as if it could break down all obstacles. Nezha and Yang Jian staggered under the impact of the huge waves, but they still gritted their teeth and insisted on not letting themselves be knocked down.

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(End of this chapter)